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Stargazer · 01-27-11, 08:39 AM

Went from "Ahh F@#*" to Ahh YEAH!" last night.

February '42: BdU have sent me on my first proper transatlantic run, I'm right up on the north shore of Trinidad and Tobago. Nothing happening so I decide to go do some hellraising at Port of Spain.

I lay waste to over 30,000 tonnes of stationary Allied shipping when my hydrophone operator says that we have a warship bearing down on us.

I'm in a patch of water that's shallower than a bowl of cornflakes and now I have the mobile Depth Charge salesman with 300 examples of his product to pitch to me, steaming up at warp5.

I can't even save all my progress over the last couple of hours because I've been warned about saving underwater causing crashes and to surface would be a bit like streaking through a lion enclosure with 8Kilos of uncooked steak nailed to my head!

I creep reeeeaaally slooooooowly westward avoiding detection when suddenly, whammo! Someone in the galley must have farted or something because my stealth meter went redder than an angry traffic light!

So much for the anti sonar coating I paid for!

And then my loyal and 75% reliable weapons officer, when I say take a chance on Tube1, just starts banginig on about not having a solution.

So I then have to dodge three more rounds of DC's before I stick the scope up and take a pot shot at something I figured was too close and too well armoured to survive one of my attacks.

But, no! Thing went up like Marilyn Monroes skirt on a gusty afternoon! The ship sank into four feet of water and I ran out of the area faster than than a whippet wearing a Saturn-V rocket.

All's hell that ends well... Might make that the motto for my boat!

Rob.

01-27-11, 08:39 AM	#11
Stargazer A-ganger Join Date: Jan 2011 Posts: 76 Downloads: 32 Uploads: 0	Went from "Ahh F@#*" to Ahh YEAH!" last night. February '42: BdU have sent me on my first proper transatlantic run, I'm right up on the north shore of Trinidad and Tobago. Nothing happening so I decide to go do some hellraising at Port of Spain. I lay waste to over 30,000 tonnes of stationary Allied shipping when my hydrophone operator says that we have a warship bearing down on us. I'm in a patch of water that's shallower than a bowl of cornflakes and now I have the mobile Depth Charge salesman with 300 examples of his product to pitch to me, steaming up at warp5. I can't even save all my progress over the last couple of hours because I've been warned about saving underwater causing crashes and to surface would be a bit like streaking through a lion enclosure with 8Kilos of uncooked steak nailed to my head! I creep reeeeaaally slooooooowly westward avoiding detection when suddenly, whammo! Someone in the galley must have farted or something because my stealth meter went redder than an angry traffic light! So much for the anti sonar coating I paid for! And then my loyal and 75% reliable weapons officer, when I say take a chance on Tube1, just starts banginig on about not having a solution. So I then have to dodge three more rounds of DC's before I stick the scope up and take a pot shot at something I figured was too close and too well armoured to survive one of my attacks. But, no! Thing went up like Marilyn Monroes skirt on a gusty afternoon! The ship sank into four feet of water and I ran out of the area faster than than a whippet wearing a Saturn-V rocket. All's hell that ends well... Might make that the motto for my boat! Rob.